Him? [JesBible]

14 [The Depths of Survival]

Jet's heart raced as the waves crashed violently around him, each swell threatening to pull him under. The salty water stung his eyes, and he fought against the rising panic that gripped him. He had trained for emergencies like this, but nothing could prepare him for the sheer chaos of being lost at sea.

The day had started like any other—sunny, bright, with eager tourists ready for an adventure. He had led them through the basics of scuba diving, excitement bubbling among the group. But then, the currents had shifted unexpectedly, and in an instant, everything changed. The boat was tossed, panic ensued, and he had lost sight of the others in the turmoil.

Now, as he struggled to keep his head above water, Jet cursed himself for not being more vigilant. If he hadn’t let the group drift too far, maybe they wouldn’t be in this situation. His heart ached with guilt, knowing that he had put not just himself but the others in danger.

He took a deep breath, reminding himself to stay calm. He had to think clearly if he was going to survive this. As the waves surged, he focused on his training—stay buoyant, conserve energy, look for land. He swam in the direction he thought would lead him back to the dive boat, every stroke feeling like a battle against the relentless sea.

Minutes felt like hours as he fought against the current. With each attempt to swim, the ocean pushed him back, threatening to drag him under. Jet couldn’t let that happen. He envisioned Bible—the warmth of his smile, the way his laughter lit up the darkest days. Thoughts of him were the only thing keeping Jet anchored to hope.

“I’ll get back to you,” he whispered to himself, the words a mantra he repeated with each stroke. “I promise.”

Suddenly, a wave crashed over him, knocking the breath from his lungs. Jet coughed and sputtered, feeling the saltwater fill his mouth. As he fought to regain his footing, the weight of despair threatened to pull him under. But the image of Bible kept him afloat.

He remembered the last time they had shared a moment together, the way their hands had brushed against each other, electric and full of unspoken words. Bible was everything to him, and he couldn’t bear the thought of never seeing him again. He needed to survive, not just for himself, but for the boy who had unknowingly anchored his heart.

After what felt like an eternity, Jet managed to catch a glimpse of the dive boat in the distance. Hope surged through him as he kicked with all his might, every ounce of strength devoted to reaching the safety of the boat.

“Help!” he shouted, his voice hoarse and barely audible over the crashing waves. He strained to keep his eyes on the boat, focusing on the figures moving on deck. But as he swam closer, he realized the boat was turning away, searching for the other missing instructors.

“No!” Panic surged again, stronger this time. He couldn’t give up now, not when he was so close. He fought against the waves, pushing himself harder, determined to be seen.

Just when he thought he couldn’t go any further, he felt a sharp pain in his side—a reminder of the coral he had scraped against during the chaos. But he couldn’t stop; he wouldn’t allow himself to.

As he continued to fight the current, he saw a figure in the water nearby—a fellow instructor who had been swept away in the chaos. Jet called out, desperate. “Hold on! I’m coming!”

They locked eyes, but in that moment, Jet could see the fear and desperation mirrored in his friend’s gaze. Jet felt an instinctual pull to help, but before he could reach out, another wave crashed between them, pulling them apart. His heart sank as he realized he couldn’t save them both.

“Please, hold on!” he shouted, but the current swept his friend under. Jet felt a pang of anguish, knowing he was alone now, with the weight of the ocean pressing down on him. He could feel the panic clawing at his throat as the reality of his situation sank in.

As the minutes dragged on, exhaustion began to seep into his limbs, but he forced himself to keep swimming. He wasn’t just fighting for survival; he was fighting for Bible, for the future they had yet to explore together. He would not allow fear to claim him again.

With every ounce of strength, Jet pushed himself forward, determined to reach the boat. He wasn’t going to let despair consume him.

As he drew nearer to the boat, Jet felt a sense of urgency surge through him. He could see the crew finally turning back, their eyes scanning the water, searching for him. “Here!” he yelled, his voice breaking as he waved his arms, signaling for help.

The crew spotted him, and relief flooded Jet as a lifebuoy was thrown into the water. He reached for it, the buoyancy lifting him, providing the support he so desperately needed. With the help of the crew, he was pulled onto the deck, gasping for air, the reality of his near escape crashing over him like the waves he had fought against.

As Jet lay on the deck, the sun beating down on him, he closed his eyes and thought of Bible again. He had made it this far, but he couldn’t stop fighting. He would get back to him. No matter what it took, he would find his way home.

The warmth of the sun was comforting, but it was the thought of Bible that truly ignited a fire in his heart. He had survived the depths today, and he would fight to survive whatever came next.

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